“Are you saying that you and Ivan are already married?”
“We signed a license and said ‘I do.’ He kissed me.” She shuddered. “I don’t know if that means anything.”
He downed his drink in one gulp. It was white wine, of course, to match his outfit. “Congratulations, Trina. You’re a wealthy woman now.”
“Thanks.” She might be wealthy now, but not for long. Whatever had occurred between herself and Ivan—and Trina didn’t consider that brief civil ceremony to be anything like a true marriage—was over and done with. She might be throwing away a fortune, but she felt free. Leaving was the right thing to do.
David returned with the key. Maybelle was right behind him. “When?” Maybelle demanded. As soon as she spotted Trina, she said, “When do we make the announcement?”
David opened the door to the study and flicked on the overhead light. The room looked like an avalanche had rolled through it. File drawers were yanked open and the contents strewn. The fax machine had been torn open and gutted. The computer and modem were similarly disabled. Ivan was nowhere in sight.
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